The Unicorn Challenge.
A magical new weekly writing opportunity from her – Jenne Gray – and me.
Visit her blog every Friday to see the photo prompt, and post your amazing story in her comments section.
Or on your own blog, and stick the link down in her comments.
The rules are:
Maximum of 250 words.
Based on photo prompt.
That’s it.
To hear me read my story, just click here:
Road to Somewhere
Our meanders through life are, I sometimes think, much like the more mundane journeys we make on a day-to-day basis.
Some of us get up, travel to school or work, and return home again, in a contented, stress-free manner, and our lives are ordered in a traditional way, with love, marriage, children and career milestones arriving at more or less regular, even predictable, intervals.
For others, not so much.
Our route is littered with crossroads, t-junctions, and bifurcations.
Not to mention roundabouts and cul-de-sacs.
Only the fortunate few among us have never arrived at a point where we realise there’s no way forward, and that retracing our steps is the only option.
Or have sought directions in, say, Tighnabruaich in Western Scotland, only to be told through sucked teeth ‘Aye, I wouldnae start fae here.’
Other choices are often fraught with danger.
Left, right, east, west, straight ahead, we pays our money and we takes our chance.
In life, as in France, signposts can be more of a concept than a direction.
My favourite is when each exit at a rond-point indicates ‘Toutes Directions’.
This is probably cool if you’re on the Rome périphérique, looking for the Colosseum, but less so near, say, Béthune in Northern France.
But your life view has to be either incredibly positive or, more likely, pretty bleak to accept that, whatever path you take, you’ll end up in the same place.
And even then, the big gull will probably poop on your head.
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Even one of the cyclist in the Tour de France took a wrong turn yesterday!
I don’t feel such a numpty now, Chris, it can happen to the best of us!
Interesting how so many ….discouraging admonitions are present in cultures diverse.
There is a similar view, identified with the state of Maine:
‘You can’t get there from here.’
Laughing.
I guess there’s a Sticksville in every culture, Clark!
I like the sound effects you are adding to your challenges.
I usually sit back and let somebody else do the driving. That way I can’t be blamed if we never get there. And if we do get there, it will probably be a disappointment. So best not to start at all.
Is that bleak enough for you? ;(
I’m delighted you take the time to listen to, as well as read this drivel.
And nothing is bleak when wonderful ladysighs comes a-visiting.
Seems like you need a bit of straightforward travel, CE. 😉 https://australiatravelquestions.com/practicalities/longest-straight-road-in-australia/
Or you could do it in style by train and experience the longest straight rail track in the world along the way. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indian_Pacific
Paradise awaits you in the land where roundabouts go to die. 🙂
Nightmare upon nightmare, Doug. Give me a wee dauner through the Trossachs any time!
My life of dead ends and three-point turns has been far more interesting than travelling on empty never-ending straight roads! Nice one.
I hear you, bro, I hear you loud and clear!
One step forward, two steps back. Cha cha cha…ugh! And when you get stuck in the roundabout, it’s even more frustrating!
True, Liz, but it’s just life, donchafink?
Sometimes, for some people, but for nearly all roundabouts, yah!
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A philosophical, tongue in cheek meander through life’s vagaries that makes me smile in recognition.
And, oh dear, the ‘sucked teeth’ that never announce anything good.
Beautifully written as always.
And with a suitably upbeat conclusion, because, let’s face it, ‘bird poop’ is surely a sign of good luck!😏
Life is a bit like a dirt track sometimes, just when you see tarmac ahead you hit a pothole and lose a wheel.
Not sure a gallon of gull poop is lucky when it runs down the back of your shirt, but glad you enjoyed anyway!
I hear sombreros are back in fashion!
Arriba, arriba, something to dance on at last!
Si, si señor! Andale! I shall be happy sitting in the shade sipping my sangria while watching the spectacle. You’ll know me by the rose behind my ear and my flashing green eyes! Ole!